poem about a girl who is unhappy with the relationship she's in |
i. if i asked you to love me, would you? ii. i open my mouth so that something wonderful and romantic may pour forth and make you happy, as we cuddle on the fading sofa in your apartment which looks a lot shadier than it really is, but your press your finger to my lips and warn me softly with your eyes that i’ll probably ruin the moment (you always said that i was so much prettier when i shut the fuck up) iii. i told you that i loved you and you told me that you loved me too (in a tone that said: “NO. I. DON’T.”) iv. why is it that when i ask you why you never buy roses or chocolate or teddy bears that i would eventually throw away after you broke my heart the sixteenth time, that you just smile and tell me that i’m cute when i talk about myself when you’re gone? (i fished that bear out of the dumpster at exactly 3:09am, and cried into its fur that was stained with some sort of awful baby formula, why why why i am not worth you’re love?) v. six and a half months later you call me and tell me that you miss my beautiful blue eyes and how they made you think of the sea and silk and sapphires (i remind you that my eyes are brown much like the shit you made me feel like) vi. i asked you to love me and you asked me, “my place, or yours?” |